Beneath the gleaning of my soul,
a winter’s icy road does track
the weight of my journey’s tread.
Another step a little nearer, and a little nearer still.
This season ends on that hellish frosts thaw.
These many years where death sought my soul.
Not even sorrow could kill the Light that leads Me.
Another step a little farther, and a little farther still.
I see beyond my reach, a new vision burns.
That glaciered mountain melts before me in its heat.
My thirsty heart is healed by those Living Waters, and She beckons.
Another step a little nearer, and a little farther still!
And after going a little farther, He fell face down and prayed, saying,“My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; yet not as I will, but as You will.”